I Write Songs

Tara.

There's a ghost inside the mirror
staring back into your eyes
what exactly brought you here?
It's a wonder how time flies

Have you ever traveled back in time
to the day that you were found?
has it ever crossed your tortured mind
how long you've been around?

Tara are you wondering
if you're really thinking clear?
Do you hear the silent beckoning
of the ghost inside the mirror

Tara you can't run away or hide behind the door
the great escape that scars your veins isn't working any more
Tara you keep losing weight just like you lost your smile
Tara give yourself a break and rest here for a while

Rafael up in the sky
He loves to watch you dance
but you know how to make him cry
and you do at every chance.

Do the totems and dead lovers
that haunt you in your dreams
make you hide beneath your covers
drowning out your lonely screams?

will the prima ballerina
put down her rig and try
to do a pas de bourree
for Rafael up in the sky?

Tara you can't run away or hide behind the door
and the great escape that scars your veins isn't working anymore
Tara you have wasted time. You don't have to waste your mind
Tara do an échappé and leave this life behind

There's a gypsy in the wall
that sings a Roma song for you
when the cosmic beggar comes to call
what are you prepared to do

life is short but can be sweet
if you would only try
there are many tasks you must complete
before you say good bye

I know that these are troubling times
there is trouble for us all
You don't have to make up rhymes
for the gypsy in the wall.

Tara you can't run away or hide behind the door
when the dull escape that scars your veins isn't working anymore
Tara there's a better way and you won't have to cry
for the gypsy or the ghost or Rafael up in the sky-